A/n: Hello again guys, Psychojack has come up with the next chapter of the ever action packed, adventure series that is the Holy Nail War. Things have taken quite a turn as Honda has given chase to Silva within a nearby treeline. Cut off from his servants what will happen in this climatic fight between Silva the Poisonmancer and Honda the Warlock. Will he be able to stand toe to toe with this magus? Let's find out!
-Dark Treeline-
As Honda ran towards Silva who had lost herself to the trees oen couldn't help but hear the echoed scream of an otherwise disgusted future king. It forced nearby birds and crows to flee for safety beyond the arcs of the tree branches of the lifeless treeline.
Honda looked behind him, noticing his golem catching up to him. At the same time, ahead of him was Silva who used her prana to speed her movements. It was not by a large margin. It was enough to outrun a normal human however.
"Hey Ebony! Where were you?" Honda asked before Ebony in her feminine form hugged Honda from behind. Her stone like limbs weighed on Honda as she smothered him, nuzzling her smooth obsidian face against his cheek in apparent glee.
"Aww I missed you too girl! This Silva woman is kind of fast. Let's correct that shall we? Hehe! Honda laughed to himself conspiratorially before unveiling Mara Malga's grimoire and turned to a random page.
Silva herself fled for her life, her heart hammering against her chest as she looked for any place to hide.
'What the hell just happened!? This magus not only slaughtered the undead horde but he also worked in conjunction with his servant with the use of a noble phantasm! He's insane! He hasn't even used a single magecraft yet!'
Silva gritted her teeth angrily, seething in frustration.
'Not only that but I lack enough reserves for a face to face fight with him…or that thing that follows him! Where did Deacon recruit this magus!? I can't beat him as I am!'
Seeing the golem flying towards their position had solidified the reality of the situation for the Busujima head.
She was beyond outmatched.
'I have to get away from here!'
A loose branch scraped the right side of her cheek, leaving a vivid red scar on her face due to the speed of her prana induced run.
'But I can't go back! I don't have Rider back, which means I will have to use a command seal…but…she's already tied up…what do I do?'
A haunting voice echoed in the trees. It was from behind her, but Silva dared not to look as she ran for her life. Her voice hitched as she pushed her prana reserves further to make faster and far reaching strides.
"HOLD!"
Silva felt her entire body stop mid sprint. She felt her eyes widen upon the realization that some unforeseen force anchored her. A translucent veil of indigo tinted energy kept her stiffly in place, much akin to a mannequin.
Honda grinned as he made his way closer to Silva, his footsteps echoed loudly against her ears as they stepped on leaves near her position.
RUSTLE
Perspiration dripped against Silva's brow as she breathed deeply through her nostrils. She then felt phantom wire wrap around her midsection and steadily turned her around like a puppet on strings.
Her eyes came face to face to the eerie gaze of the Warlock, his blue eyes contrasted with his near silhouette form under the lifeless treeline.
"A little late for a walk alone in the dark isn't it?" The unknown magus spoke to her.
"It would do no good to you now as you are. It would be rude to run away in the midst of a fight?
Her spine chilled as she looked upwards, taking notice of the apparent golem that stood in the background, overlooking the interaction.
Silva sighed. She knew that whether or not she survived or not, her fate was practically sealed the moment her alliance with her partner was called to question. She would either be killed here or killed by her partner for failing. Even though her instincts told her to survive, survival would not be possible beyond this point.
This would be her end.
"You intend to kill me here?" Silva asked helplessly.
Honda stepped forward.
"You threatened the tower. I couldn't let you roam free after that most egregious offense." The Warlock said as he pierced her multi shaded eyes with his own blizzard coated orbs that practically glowed in the darkness.
"What's a third party magus doing in the Holy Grail War? I've never heard of anyone like you! Especially one that worked with Deacon!" Silva gasped out, the overwhelming energy stilled her voice.
"Oh I see, how unfortunate. Quite an error on your part, you see Deacon and I are not allies of any sort, we are simply both competitors. As you can see he did not come to meet you in combat…I did…" Honda said ominously in a tone that suggested that he was the clear victor between himself and Deacon. Silva's eyes widened at this news. She originally assumed Honda to be an ally of the still unseen magus.
"You killed Darius? But what about his homunculi, they are only loyal to the Deacon family there's no way you could tame them unless it was in service to their master in some way! I may be in your clutches but I am no fool!"
"Let's just say I offer them a deal that could not be refused. As you can see they seem to take me up quite well as their new leader. Darius was the least of your concerns. You should have paid attention to other possibilities."
Silva shook in place from fear looking at the Warlock. His cold eyes bore into her.
Honda heard a rumbling of the sky, it was about to rain.
'Now that I think about it this reminds me of something I read in the manuscript I was sent for this roleplay.' Honda thought to himself as a single raindrop landed on his head.
'Looks like this is another event! Trees check, isolated check, my opponent check!' Honda echoed in his mind as he then spoke to Silva.
"But this fight will be determined by our own strength."
Honda slipped his dual swords he had taken during his fight with the skeleton warriors. He backed away from Silva, turning around with his back in her direction. As he did so Silva was freed from the force that ensnared her, landing on her knees, gasping for breath.
"We will deal with this, not as magi, not as humans, but two forces, seeking dominance."
Silva raised an eyebrow as one of Honda's blades was thrusted in the ground beneath her, its hilt facing the sky, the same sky that began to drizzle steadily.
Silva looked at the blade and then at Honda, finding this to be a strange turn of events.
"You're insane…" Silva whispered.
"The line between genius and insanity is often blurred by sheer ignorance of the two." Honda said as he slipped off his cape as well as his top, revealing to Silva his now exposed torso, shaped by his athleticism and nimble physique. His clothes were neatly folded beneath a section of the trees where the rain wouldn't touch. His mask however remained. With the droplets of rain staining his frame, Honda's long hair flowed and overshadowed the mask, giving Stria a view of the warrior magus that sought to defeat her one on one.
She shakingly stared at the blade.
"Tell me…is this all the Busujima family has to offer? A frightened girl who turns heel from a challenge. If you falter from the chance to fight for your own life then you should have given up your title as master to begin with. If you are to die tonight what would you rather be remembered as, an easily shattered dog or a magus befitting of your name." Honda taunted Silva whose pride as magus of her family name prompted her to pick up the sword.
Silva's sectoral heterochromia stained eyes glowed with a prideful gaze. She refused to die without so much as a real fight. Especially knowing that either way she would die. Her self pride reminded her of how sick she was of running.
"You…are right…Very well I accept your challenge. I, Silva Busujima, will fight you."
Honda nodded sagely. "I Honda the Warlock, shall be your opponent. Lose and your life is mine. Win and your fate is your own. Make your choice."
Silver immediately tore off her own emerald dress apart, leaving her in only her bra and sleek black pants and her black ankle length boots, matching Honda's own shirtless appearance as he held his blade.
"Ebony, page 14! Let god's and devils give credence to my will."
Honda echoed recalling from memory the grimoire spell he read. Ebony raised her feminine obsidian hands towards the sky and with a faint charge of prana that surged by her wrists:
"Sky Shift." Honda finished. Ebony clapped her hands together. The echo that bounced from the automatons' palms rag throughout the treeline. Above them, thunder rumbled. A large gathering of night clouds formed to overcast the sky in a blanket of obscuring darkness, blocking the moonlight that originally lit the night sky.
"Let's finish off with Page 3! Great mother, sway by the voice of my prayer, I acknowledge your law by refuge and right, us heathens shall be judged by naught save our might! Gaia's Gambit!"
Ebony gracefully spun around, the mop of flame that served as her 'hair' in her lithe and feminine form flowed, spreading embers outward with the dance like spin. Upon the embers making contact with the ground beneath the two magi, the surroundings began to rumble.
The dirt coated floor that Silva was on immediately shifted with a wave of semi transparent indigo tinted energy, which washed over the trees and the ground that covered their roots.
The trees uprooted themselves with high reaching arcs that prevented the two magi from leaving. Their arena was a dirt pit that increasingly transitioned into a mud pool for them to have their duel.
Silva looked around her person, shocked by the swaying of nature itself to Honda's whim. She couldn't escape with all these tree roots in the way, confining her.
"This shall be our battleground!" Honda announced with dramatic flair as rain fell downwards to their arena. Ebony was the only one made privy to this moment, as all others were too busy with the war still underway.
Seeing Silva without her dress made Honda impressed with the eye candy, enough for him to nearly break character.
'God damn! She's a solid hourglass underneath that cloak!' Honda thought perversely as he couldn't help but notice that this redheaded master due to the rain was further exposed. Her now wet bra and pants gave clear definition of the body within. Her flaming red hair, when wet, overshadowed one of her abnormally shaded eyes whilst her red lipstick remained in place. Though appearing focused and even determined, Silva was appearing to Honda as an incredibly attractive woman.
'This sexy mud fight is gonna be awesome!'
"Let's begin!" Honda's voice pierced Silva's ears as she steeled herself for this master class magus in front of her.
Both magician and magus began the process of clashing their blades against one another, sparks shearing through the metal as the two wet combatants went about trying to defeat one another. Silva slashed with great strength, using her near extinguished reserves to at least power her limbs to make each strike faster and stronger.
Honda would block and swerve, evading each swipe of the oversized blade with practiced ease and clear dextrous swerves.
Overhead and underhead, left to right, their blades would clash as the thunder banged against their eardrums. Ebony merely watched her master handle this duel. More specifically, Ebony looked about for any intruders, at least until a victor was decided.
Due to the growing mud, Silva nearly slipped, however she utilized the slip motion to perform a prana induced left spinning back kick towards Honda. The kick itself broke through his sword, obliterating it into mere fragments away from the mud pit. Silva halted the usage of prana in order to conserve the final drops of prana she had to survive.
Honda narrowed his eyes. As he immediately followed with a counter move. Specifically he slammed Silva against the mud ground, causing her back to splash against the pooling mud. Her sword was flung away from her person.
RUMBLE
The thunder increased in intensity, Honda immediately putting Silva on her stomach before locking her in a Boston Crab lock. Silva's arms were free however her legs were pulled upwards, bending her back in an uncomfortable position. She winced in pain before pumping prana into her legs to resist and kick Honda off of her.
"What are you doing!? What kind of move is that?" Silva said as her hand grabbed her back, it ached from the maneuver Honda pulled off..
"High school wrestling." Honda said before charging and pulling Silva into a springboard cutter using the slightly uphill mud as his springboard to grab Silva's head, pulling her body with the intense pull. With gravity as his ally he slammed her against the mud pool.
SPLASH
An explosion of mud enveloped where Silva landed. Faint stray wisps of the bacteria infested water sprayed against Silva's face and hair along with the impact on the wet ground.
Honda rolled away whilst Silva messily gasped for breath. Her face was now covered in mud as she helplessly coughed it from her lips. She appeared pissed as this fight was physically intense.
"What kind of magus uses wrestling moves!?" Silva protested before Honda immediately grabbed her and lifted her up. His left arm carried her by the left ankle, whilst his right hand held her by right arm. Her torso was supported by his shoulders, enabling the street performer to feel her buttocks against his head.
Silva was helpless to the hold as dropped himself back, letting gravity hurt Silva. She used another boost of prana to resist the otherwise painful damage.
Silva gasped out before angrily tackling Honda, their bodies rolling around against the mud. Her curvaceous form pressed Honda's bulkier one. His thoughts became ever lustful despite the rain and mud against his person.
Silva on the other hand breathed in. As a poisonmancer she possessed one ability she neglected to use as it's sole purpose was for a last ditch effort. One that she intended to use as her immediate trump card.
"Tar-chur!" (A/n: Means "transfer" in Scottish Gaelic. Feel free to comment if I'm wrong.)
With a simple breath and blow she generated a glowing green miasma from her mouth. It spread against Honda's face, practically smothering him in jade wisps of smoke.
"You fool! This magecraft was designed to steal away my target's magical reserves and add them into my own stock. Thanks Honda the Warlock, for being the one who enabled my victory.
Silva pointed her hands and attempted a large green coated prana blast, one that lit the darkness of the mud pit. Laughing maniacally, the mud covered redhead secured her win with her magical reserves flaring deep within her body.
BA DUMP
Silva felt like she was stuck on the spot. Her prana reserves that she had thought were refilled were completely absent. As if she hadn't drained a single drop of energy from Honda.
She looked at her hands as her magecraft fizzled out. Her body felt limp As the lack of prana reserves rendered her fatigued upon m using the spell beyond her limits.
"I-Impossible…h-how can this be? I drained you?"
"Pee yew your breath is no offense, really bad. Want a tic tac?" Honda said offhandedly before pulling out one from his pocket.
"It's cherry flavored!"
Silva blinked confusedly.
"We're still in a fight!" Silva said in protest. Honda nodded casually.
"Oh right?" Honda said before flipping her limp body around, leaning on top of her back while pulling her right leg painfully backwards. Silva's face was on the mud ground.
"Ack! Agh!" Silva let out painfully as her own prana ran dry. Without the usual reinforcement made possible by her prana she was now peerless forcing her to take the full blow of each of Honda's wrestling moves.
Honda laughed. "Do you give in?"
Silva put up a brave face, her pride prevented her from submitting.
"No! Never!" The redhead stated before Honda pulled her right leg further back, Silva banging her left hand on the muddy ground as she took the pain.
"Tap out Silva!" Honda stated as he noticed her grimacing in pain.
"I will never die willingly! I'd rather die than submit!" Silva stubbornly argued before Honda immediately painfully pulled her leg again causing Silva to tap out repeatedly as the pain was too much.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! I give, I give!" Silva squealed out.
Honda immediately let go and raised his arms in victory. Despite no one being in attendance, Honda's right arm was raised by Ebony who raised his extended limb as champion. The summoned beast could only let out an audible hum in an attempt to vocalize her joy. Her indigo glowing eyes were squinted, simulating a smiling expression.
"Yeah! Who's the all time champion of the world! That's right? Honda the Warlock. Fuyuki boys win again!" Honda proclaimed proudly whilst flexing his muscles triumphantly. Silva on the other hand, was laid on the ground, practically done with it all. With her loss, her death was now assured. Her body was far too weak to put up a resistance of any kind.
Silva sighed as she lay defeated. "At least my fate in the end was still of my own choice…"
Honda looked at Silva as he reread the manuscript in his arms, Ebony served as an umbrella by shape shifting back to her default form, placing her taller golem sized frame over his person.
Silva breathed in her last gulps of breath savoring her last sight to be of the moon that peaked through the rainy skies, as if on cue.
"You won Honda the Warlock…now kill me and be done with it…at least you've earned your kill." Silva stated as her prana deprived body remained stiff.
Rain dropped on her face, clearing it of the mud that obscured her features.
Honda walked over her. "Well from what I'm reading here, there are two things I could do. I could 'kill' you or I can spare you." Honda informed as he read cluelessly into the manuscript, as if rehearsing for a play.
Silva scoffed. "My body had used my prana reserves far beyond my limits. Were I to find the strength to leave, my body would give out in seven days. I've ruptured my own circuits after using that last spell carelessly and the spell demands a cost, either your target will wither, or the user will. It didn't work on you and thus it will work on me…" Silva explained.
Honda rubbed his chin. "We can't have that now can we? If your mana reserves are low there's still one thing we could do!" Honda informed Silva.
"What are you talking about?" The redhead asked curiously as she laid, still looking to the skies, not really invested in this hopeless conversation.
Honda cleared his throat as he came into her view, his eyes peering into hers as he had kneeled above her. "You know, a mana exchange!"
"Don't play dumb Warlock. You bested me. Why invest into using runes to power an enemy with prana. Just do as you will with me…I'm done running…" Silva closed her eyes as she relinquished herself to her fate.
Honda raised an eyebrow.
-Honda Vision Start-
Honda stands above a g-cupped bodacious snake woman lookalike of Silva Busujima, rain and mud covered the landscape which appeared more swamp like than in reality. Honda had his prominent herculean chest wet with sweat and droplets of the rain as he stood over Silva in victory.
[You have defeated Serpent Queen Silva!]
Victory fanfare music can be heard playing as Honda stands with a victory pose, his arms raised in epic flair with confetti shooting behind him.
[You have defeated a master of the Holy Nail War! 2 of 7 defeated]
[Achievement Unlocked: Silva the Serpent Queen!]
[Special Moveset unlocked: Fuyuki High Wrestling!]
[As victor of the Mud Ring Event, you may request a sexual favor from the loser.]
Silva looked wearily towards Honda. Her snake eyes beckoned him. The way she laid on the ground was strangely sensual with her back arches upwards making her breasts stick upwards. The tight wet clothing did not help, nor did the luscious curly red locks that overshadowed one of her eyes.
Silva spoke with a purr.
"Do with me as you wish fufufufufu."
-Honda Vision End-
'It says that the victor of the mud match gets to determine the sexual punishment for the loser. She did say just do it. So I'm guessing this master is up for anything. Kinky!'
Honda thought as kneeled closer to Silva. She raised an eyebrow confusedly, the Warlock was rather too close for comfort.
"What…are you going to do to me?" The red head questioned, her pupils shaking as she nervously awaited her death and yet at the same time was confused by the sudden shift in atmosphere from the previously fear inducing Warlock.
"Being that I'm the victor of this little match I get to decide your fate. And the way I see it you don't have long. I will rectify that here and now." Honda said with seriousness as if he was a doctor about to perform an operation.
"I…don't understand what you mean?" Silva whispered, feeling an indiscernible shift in the atmosphere, one making her feel warm under Honda's body.
"You know the all night disco! The double marionette! The naughty counseling session!" Honda broke out of character as he explained to a confused Silva, who narrowed her eyes.
"I still don't understand…"
Honda sighed defeatedly before taking his right pointer finger and sticking it into a hole made with his left hand, thrusting it slowly in and out. The gesture alone made Silva's exotically colored eyes widen with sheer shock. Her lips dropped into a prominent 'o' shape as she finally realized what the Warlock in front of her was going to do to her.
Something involving gyrating hips and hard pistons.
"You're mad! You have to be, you can't be serious!" Silva openly protested before Honda edged his way closer, his face a mere few inches away from hers. His frost blue irises pierced her green and blue shaded ones. Despite the cold rain, she could feel the warmth of the magus atop of her.
"The way I see it, you'll die under your lack of strength and given the circumstances I am sure you would rather live than die, it's your choice Silva. Now what's it gonna be?" Honda asked as Ebony had used their initial distraction to stretch her left hand outward, and claim Silva's command seal which was engraved on her right collarbone. It was shaped with a Rider command seal, specifically a horse head emblem and faded, the same seal appeared on Honda's back where the emblems of his other servants were gathered.
Silva's eyes shook with tension in the forefront of her mind. If she wanted to live she needed prana, and this Warlock was only willing to do so under the pretense of sex. What madness! It was the behavior of a lower class magus. And yet…she wanted to live…Dare she say it, she wanted to live desperately. As she was now, she wouldn't make it, and to make matters worse even were she to somehow gather prana from an external source, she still had to contend with her partner who still awaited her to bring Rider, something that Honda would no doubt refuse.
"But why…no magus would go so far for something so…pointless! Have you no shame!" Silva tried to argue, finding her voice shuddering from the cold as well as the nerve wrecking sensation of a man stop her person. Her limp and fatigued body couldn't mount a defense.
"I did win the fight after all, and as a master I am well within my rights to take what I wish from the loser." Honda said before a sudden bulge pressed against Silva's lower body, still locked by her drenched skin tight black pants.
Silva couldn't help but look at Honda's form and take note of his muscularity, and how big he was compared to her.
Silva gulped looking away from Honda's irises as she tried to put up a strong front. "You did win…but as a Busujima-"
Honda thought to himself as Silva attempted to explain herself, her voice diminishing into a bunch of 'blas' and indistinguishable mumbles as the Warlock analyzed the situation.
'Oh I see, she's a master who demands a more forceful approach. I mean look at her acting all limp and weak. It's so convincing! These Holy Nail War participants sure are a bunch of naughty actors hehe!'
"Hey! Are you even listening!?" Silva squealed out as Honda slipped up his mask and pulled his enemy closer. Upon seeing his face Silva gulped as she saw a man with handsome features, and a prominent playful grin on his face.
'He's much younger than I imagined…with such power…it should be impossible…' Silva analyzed the Warlock up close, not believing her eyes.
"Don't tell me you fought me simply for this!" Silva came to the realization that what she thought was an honorable fight to the death was actually a fight for her body.
A fight she participated in and lost horribly.
'All that time, I was betting my own body!?' Silva sweatdropped profusely as Honda's lips pressed into hers.
"Hmmmph!" She mumbled out, confusedly taking in the amorous attack. Her face reddened as her eyes spun in loops due to this sudden change in their original fight. Where originally their battle was fought with blades and fists, the two were now captivated in a battle of tongues.
CHAPTER END